The cold wind blowes through the forest
Where the corpses hang down
Their blood was spilled to please our gods
Death is the price
You pay with your blood
Torned flesh for the god of the dead
Silent Slaughter
Death is the price for wisdom and might
Silent Slaughter
Your flesh for the god of the dead
Signed by deepest wounds
They sacrifice themselves
And offer their body with pride
With his spear odin arises
And takes their mortal flesh
Immortality for those who sacrificed their lives
Silent Slaughter
Death is the price for wisdom and might
Silent Slaughter
Given by the god of the dead
